This little cow desperately wanted to meet Blanca, but Blanca would have none of it- that cow was just too big. This trail is near San Luis Peak, where we saw a marvelous example of canine behavior. We were walking up the trail, an open meadow on our left and a forested hillside on our right. Suddenly the hillside exploded into coyote calls- yips, yaps, howls, laughs, screams. I couldn't see a single coyote, but plainly a whole pack was just beside us. Blanca, of course, perked up with a "Cool! Let's check it out!" expression on her face. She wasn't going anywhere, though, if I had anything to say about it. We stood and listened to the coyotes, my hand firmly on Blanca's collar. I kept looking around, trying to catch sight of even a single coyote. I glanced behind- and finally saw one. It was a lone coyote, crossing from the open meadow into the forest maybe a hundred feet behind us. As soon as that individual made it to the safety of the woods, all of the calls stopped, simultaneously. All the commotion was just a diversion, providing cover for the separated animal to rejoin the pack.